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(Chorus:) |
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Daddy's really comin home, just hold tight |
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I just don't know how long I'll be gone this time |
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Just keep my picture on the wall, baby girl don't cry |
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'Cause I don't know when I'll be home |
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(verse 1: Bizarre) |
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Ever since I was young, it's been my dream |
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To be successful, doin this music thing |
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Music is a part of my soul |
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I'll be sixty years old, still on the road |
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A grown ass man tryin to make a living |
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A grown ass man makin grown man decisions |
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Relax; I don't want you to work |
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Let me go out here and put in the dirt |
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I'll buy you a skirt, brand new Coach purse |
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Whenever I leave, I know it still hurts |
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What, you want a watch, a bracelet, or a chain? |
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How about my chest? A tattoo of your name |
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Man I'm sick of all this luggage that I'm rattling |
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Trust me I'm sick of fights and all this traveling |
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Two weeks in the UK, three days in Hong Kong |
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It won't be long, I'll be home |
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(Chorus:) |
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Daddy's really comin home, just hold tight |
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I just don't know how long I'll be gone this time |
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Just keep my picture on the wall, baby girl don't cry |
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'Cause I don't know when I'll be home |
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(verse 2: Kuniva) |
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Look, your daddy has to hit the road |
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And I know you're getting old enough to notice that I'm gone |
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And I know I'm your best friend, the one that you look up to |
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Some people think I'm overprotective but I just love you |
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And even though I'm gone, I'd rather be home wit you |
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And no matter where I'm at your daddy is gon' miss you |
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You're my little man so be nice to your baby sister |
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And give mommy a big hug for daddy and kiss her |
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'Cause I know she gets tired at times I feel guilty |
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I wish that I could take y'all wit me |
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But it's crazy out here and I don't wanna expose you |
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To the frustrations of this rap game that I go through |
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And honestly, I don't even do it for me |
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I do it so we could live life comfortably |
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And that's why I wear y'all proudly around my neck |
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And I don't care who last said it daddy has your respect |
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and just know that... |
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(Chorus:) |
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Daddy's really comin home, just hold tight |
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I just don't know how long I'll be gone this time |
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Just keep my picture on the wall, baby girl don't cry |
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'Cause I don't know when I'll be home |
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(verse 3: Bizarre) |
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(Beep, Beep) |
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Man, here comes the van |
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I wanna thank Mathew Knowles for giving me a chance |
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Got the advance now it's time to hit the streets |
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And I'll be home in three and a half weeks |
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What college you goin to? That's your decision |
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Just know that I'll be here to pay your tuition |
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The only daddy you know, and that's on the real |
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And I been takin care of you since Murray Ill |
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I moved down south, big old house |
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Got you two horses and a lake full of trout |
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And Sundays, I put on my new house shoes |
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Lookin at TV, watchin the Lions lose |
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I miss Papi, Pug, Pepper and Patches |
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Man I can't go to sleep on that brand new mattress |
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Even though, I make music in the band |
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Big Boi and Dave see you at Lake Ann |
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(Chorus:) |
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Daddy's really comin home, just hold tight |
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I just don't know how long I'll be gone this time |
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Just keep my picture on the wall, baby girl don't cry |
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'Cause I don't know when I'll be home |
